Desperate need
Desires, hunger, in the heat of passion, I guess you might call it lust, it is known by many names but to have you is a must
My soul feels like it's on fire, you've ignited a unquenchable flame, you've driven me to distraction, I've only got myself to blame
Dreaming of you constantly, each night you come right to my bed, we spend the night doing kinky stuff, that I've dreamed up in my head
You're always in matching lingerie made of the finest lace, I'm lost inside your gorgeous curves, hypnotised by your pretty face
My head dives between your thighs, I'm marking a path up to your clit, each bite seems to drive you wild and moistens up your slit
I'm ravenous for your pussy, I'm desperate to have a taste, I will simply drink you dry, not a drop will go to waste
Once I've had my fill of you, I'll slide up to do the deed, I'll pound you into heaven and fill you with my creamy seed
Then I'll wake up all alone, horny and still full of my creamy seed, another night of dreaming and I'm still full of a desperate need
THE KINKY POET